Trip To Eternity
I am a lonely sailor
on the bow to eternity.
No family, no friends,
no place to be
I sit and I think
the waters so calm.
I can't wait for the colors
of the oncoming dawn.
Yellows and reds,
and deep shades of blue.
I look at the colors
and it makes me all anew.
This bow is a good thing
if this is what you see,
so I don't really mind
this trip to eternity.
Copyright © Sheila Garcia | Year Posted 2008
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